Handshake

"I see… Sorry to bother you…" Wang Xiuying sighed after being told off by Elder Shan, and she turned around with a dejected look on her face.

However, a stiff voice suddenly resounded, halting her steps.

"Wait."

"Huh?" Wang Xiuying turned around, and to her surprise, Yuan was looking at her, even walking in her direction.

"D-Disciple Yuan?" Elder Shan looked at him with wide eyes. He ignored all of the male cultivators when they tried to approach him, but when it came to a pretty young lady approaching him, he didn't mind it, even responding to her?

A few moments later, Yuan stood in front of the speechless Wang Xiuying.

He then extended his hand, almost like he was asking for a handshake.

Wang Xiuying stared at Yuan's hands in a dazed manner, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"You wanted a handshake, right?" Yuan asked her in a low voice so she won't easily recognize him, snapping her out of her daze.